Considering how everyone has their own preferred space. That circular area of comfort to rest within. A bubble to be at ease in. Yet, that exact purpose of room be it indoors or outdoors, is where others may disturb.
All that drama built up has created a mushy cloud of a fluffy brain. And being for the reality to be pulled back into, where there is the sound of tiny feet instead.
Strange how the mind will know where to look for answers. But do not know what the answer is exactly. Like knowing the title of a book, hoping it'll contain the answers to look for. This is when the student becomes the master.
No. Really. They DO have a bun in the oven. Isn't it obvious from their table of a feast. Looking bare without it, which is why to wait.
Dress it up as however to like, be it a snobbish bit of a do or a moment for rich pickings. In the end, it comes down to one thing. That is how others see it, unable to keep it in the trousers.
In the forest; going through with a fine tooth comb as it is. Yet the surface to some areas have become hard and set almost like stone. May require the harsher method of scrubbing it up well. Making it gleam for all to asunder and reveal in all its glory. Well, if wanting to discover every detail then of course it'll be presently clear to see.
Ezekiel Ch.45:V.20 " - And so thou shalt do the seventh day of the month for every one that erreth, and for him that is simple: so shall ye reconcile the house."
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